A month in the real world

Posted on Tuesday, 9 August

Tomorrow is National Day and I shall capitalize on this brief breather (haha say brief breather 5 times fast) to write an update and clear the metaphorical brain bowels.

Drawing a proper salary now has affected my stress levels in a way I had not anticipated. The responsibilities are growing, the hours are increasing and my social life is slowly but surely slipping away. Not to imply I had a very exciting one in the first place, but you know what I mean. My mind is set, I want to be better,  better than her? better than now? I haven’t really decided, but when I find time, I have plans to make a plan.

Snapshot of the month gone by - learned to complete school project equivalents in 3 days, on my own. Practiced pitching, still learning to speak convincingly, still learning to take a battering to my ego. Said goodbye to 5 colleagues, my best friend at work, and soon to say 2 more goodbyes. It’s illogically depressing but I guess I will think about it again when they actually go.

Work aside - dance is killing me, I can feel my body aging and my stamina decreasing. There was a sincere sense of dread when Dan announced that he had decided to be more demanding of us starting next rehearsal. Tanglin flea was indeed a test of mental sums and bargaining skills, we made a killing but I still feel like we got fleeced by them domestic helpers. And dragging my sorry half asleep ass to mambo was a bad decision I’m thinking, but my list is too long to accommodate more regrets.

Ok this only clears some 30% of what’s on my mind now but I’m falling asleep as I type this so forget it.